[Verse 1]
I’m a thug nigga, I might drop someone
I’m a thug nigga, I might front someone
I’m a thug nigga, make the foreign do a donut
If I like her I’ma hit it, I don’t care what for
I’m a thug nigga, I don’t smoke hookah
I fuck bitches and talk about who was losers
What it look like, what it smell like?
Does she know how to get her head right?
Ay, all my homies feel like “Thug Life”
Pop tag, nigga, fuck price
They say I’m wrong but I feel so right
Straight out the gate with the Glock on my side
I don’t turn down fees
I don’t got feelings, I feel no ways
He was cryin’ when he was in that cage
He probably bleed for seven days

[Verse 2]
I can Blood walk to this, I can Blood talk to this
Can’t you see I’m feelin’ myself?
[?], let me talk my shit
It go, Big Booty, Slim-Foe, Psycho, Lil’ Tick, Tiny Train and Bool Boy
Drop me a nigga with
Jay man, Big trill, Money and Charlie, uh
Shout out [?], used to bang with in Inglewood
Baby down for villain gang
Little known familiar gang
Murder GD [?] from swine, they be havin’ things
Q Ball, Lil’ Wolf, free Troop,and Baby Bool
All my young niggas, they whole hood love them boys
They stay shoothers
Big round, little round, both with the gun clap
Wanted in jail for the bank [?] bounced with straps
Tiny Rock, Heavy D, [?] from nutty block
Total 3 and G-Man from Santana Blocc
Baby Odi, Tiny Creep, hope for the smilin’ me
My young niggas shinin’ back from Inglewood NHP
Big beef from NHP, the homegirls from the tree
Put that on some